Transformation
Trapped in darkness.
Forever it seems.
An eternity I wait,
until a slither of light navigated into my prison.
FREEDOM! I CAN GET FREE!
not quite...
Impatient I've been getting,
trying to break free.
I wiggled and squirmed until..
CRACK! PLOP!
My prison walls fell.
Defeated.
Shaking my arms and breathing in fresh air,
feeling different than normal.
Like a brand new car.
Off into the sky I fly,
searching for others like me.
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